Ink Blinks When Words Links Sweet-Lipped Scarlet Minivet Poem by Lovita Morang

Invinct's black ink blink, invincible, even words bleed,
Is it also call for an identity, race, creed;

Like a flying sword bludgeoning,
Blink into the narrow blade of unthrodden,
Roadless shores of my wilted will whiters not in barren;

Decayed are my unoccupied ebb of life's dead languages,
In rock stratas my life lay unconquered in cross -bedded layers pages.
I inhibit in bits of city's dead air, dead water, dead dynamics,
My fights flutter in the nascent uprising up in the current of creeks;
My fate peeped out of innumerable windows on the wall,
Beneath my feet earth hide her many unborn river's entombed enthrall.
A river with two banks,
Vaultful of verses like overflown tributaries;
Thirst so sweet, sweeter than time's treasure island blank;
I conquered love without miseries.

Now, is the return journey of the solo mountain bird, well-wooded forest hamlet, her name is scarlet minivet sweet-lipped,
Unfurl wings in the wind-marvelous is opening of love's eyelid.
Invinct's blink master of my fate,
I am the wind's oar, your love 's shore,
your presence like life's heaven-gate.

-Lovita J R Morang



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